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It should’ve felt weird, but it didn’t, John thought distractedly as Sherlock’s fingertips danced across his chest. His husband’s hushed sigh of pleasure as he dragged his hand gently down to John’s waistband set an affectionate warmth alight between them. John smoothed up Sherlock’s arms and wound his fingers into dark curls.

“Soft, so soft,” he sighed, not realising he’d spoken aloud. Sherlock’s throaty chuckle as he worked John’s shirt buttons open and started in on his jeans made John desperate for another kiss. He tried to grip Sherlock’s hair and tilt his head up to claim that mouth but Sherlock stopped him with a press of lips to his sternum.

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A compilation of ficlets and shorts that I've posted on Tumblr from prompts and requests. They're in no particular order or sense. They're probably not necessarily same universe. But I'd guess they're all BBC Sherlock for the most part. It's not a WIP so to speak, since they're all stand alone bits. I'll put the prompt or the suggestion in the note at the beginning of each one and uh... enjoy, I guess.

The tags are out of control, because it's a compilation of all the tags throughout the series. Not everything is all of those tags. Feel free to pick and choose.

Part 1 is the original Tumblr Shorts, which has 26 chapters... The rest of the parts will be their own works :)

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Sherlock Holmes returns from his hunt to destroy Moriarty's network. He comes home to John, and at long last they start this thing between them that couldn't begin while Moriarty threatened them.

But Sherlock has returned fractured and suffering anxiety attacks. He thinks he needs discipline - the whip - to help him focus and be strong. But his problems are deeper and run back to a childhood of neglect.

John Watson is prepared to be Sherlock's Captain, but he's a doctor too. His command style isn't about pain and subjugation. It's about care and responsibility: and those concepts go in both directions in Captain Watson's command structure.

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“Sherlock, I think you may be on to something.” John tightened his fingers in Sherlock’s hair. “I won’t hit you,” John said, radiating calm control as he pulled hard on the sensitive strands, making him gasp in pain and surprise. “But I’m thinking hitting isn’t the only way to give you what you want. You want sensory input? I can get--” he pulled Sherlock’s head up and leaned closer-- ”Very--” he pulled his hair even harder-- “creative,” he whispered, licking the delicate curve at the top of his ear.

Sherlock moaned, a throaty, desperate sound that sent a jolt of fire straight through John’s body. “Oh yes, John,” he breathed. "Yes, please.”

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It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.